Nyctophobia

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By Anthony N.N.E. Carvalho

The Dreamer sleeps, the ceiling creaks, 
Disturbing thoughts arise from his keeps. 
How can such a thought enter the mind? Isn’t he kind? 
He is confined in a prison so maligned. 

In his mind, another layer is rind. 

A gaunt room, a rage in bloom, 
They assume he is without boon. 
There is him, with thoughts so grim. 
There is him, a rage in bloom. 

In his mind, another layer is rind. 
Daemons come in side by side. 

A flood of rage breaks his cage, 
The blood of another is so strange. 
There is no way to change 
A brain so deranged. 

In his mind, another layer is rind. 
Daemons come in side by side.
Here they decide to reside. 

He seems so weak even as I speak, 
He is a freak, yet so sleek, 
Is he unique to my technique? 
The first to escape the Bleak? 

In his mind, 
another layer is rind, 
Daemons come in side by side, 
Here they decide to reside, 

Who will commit the deicide?

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